Xianglan Temple
編集者: Atlas Studios
Yu Niaoniao recalled the previous night's experience and knew that the "weeping" was actually the sound of the wind passing through the rock gap. It did sound a little like a woman crying, but in fact, there were no ghosts at all.
Xiao Juan continued, "That person just said that there's a village ahead. We can go there to rest."
After a day and night, they were already tired. They continued to find a place to rest.
The group walked along the road and quickly saw the village the middle-aged man had mentioned.
Knowing that they were important guests from the Imperial Capital, the village chief did not dare to delay. He killed chickens and sheep and prepared a very sumptuous meal to entertain them.
After eating dry food for two days, Yu Niaoniao could finally eat a hot dish today. Naturally, she was very happy.
Seeing that she was eating to her heart's content, Xiao Juan was especially generous when he paid.